Plowing Amy

Amy’s black PVC boots came well up her thighs and squeaked slightly as she shifted. Being the boots were all she wore, the stone wall was freezing cold against her back. Her clothes were piled…well…dropped on top of a dumpster in the dark and wet alley. She had been in a long black skirt and red sweater…a conservative look to hide her liberal boots.

Snow was pushed to either side of the alley, roughly a foot deep where no one had driven nor walked.

Of course, Ken’s sneakers were boot deep in the snow and his socks were beginning to soak through. His fashion was all black, except the white sneakers…not that anyone could see those at the moment…black t-shirt and jeans lowered to mid-thigh and showing his ass to anyone walking through. His black coat was beneath Amy’s clothes on the dumpster. No one walked through yet, much as Ken hoped.

The boots Amy wore were dry from being wrapped around Ken up off the ground. Her arms grasped a pipe above to help him balance…she was not heavy, but to assume any man could keep his knees in place during such activities was ludicrous. She gasped, blowing white air into the cold night, as Ken thrusted hard between her hips…the thrust sent her mind back to the first time she saw his smile…

She picked The Hoser Hub for this first meeting. It was an odd hole-in-the-wall place in a high-class area along North Shore Drive in between Heinz Field and PNC Park. Housed in a white and pink modern stone building, the pub screamed grunge on the outside and Canadiana on the inside. Had the pub been across the river nearer Mellon Arena where the Penguins played hockey it would have seemed more logical, yet here this place was. Usually the place was packed with sports fans discussing whichever game they were coming or going to, but tonight it was near empty. Being March there were neither football nor baseball games going on, and the Penguins were on a travel day during their Florida road trip at the moment. The large televisions in the place, instead, showed a game with the Devils and Maple Leafs in Toronto. The pub’s decor consisted of hockey sticks, jerseys, posters and even eight Canadian Football League mini-helmets on a shelf behind the bar. There was a rumor that there was a signed picture of Sarah McLachlan somewhere in the place as well..but the regulars did not believe it and simply called it folklore.

The place was warm and cozy for her…until he walked in. She knew it was Ken instantly and failed to hide the smile on her face nor the immediacy of her finger wanting to play with her brunette shoulder length hair.

He was average in height, dark brown hair with flecks of gray, and wore all black.

“Ken!” She waved with her free hand.

With how empty the place was he would have figured it out, but still looked relieved when she did not make him. “Amy, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” His nervous words seemed so formal with how well they knew each other.

They met on Twitter four years ago. Both being in bad marriages at the time. It did not take long before they were beyond fast friends and became each other’s sounding boards. With Ken’s travel for work, it was surprising they had not met prior to this.

“You found the place alright?”

“I’m just staying at the Hyatt on the other side of the…um…”

“Two-seven-nine,” she helped.

“Yeah. So it was easy to find. Right where you put it for me.” His blue eyes twinkled at her.

One hand playing with hair and the other now absently stroking her pint, Amy began to relax.

Ken ordered a pint of the same Rickards White. With his first swig, it was as though a warm comfortable blanket fell over the couple. His nervous formals went away and the conversations turned to that of two old friends who had not seen each other in eons. Then it turned to playful…and to the point where Ken shifted around to rest his hand on her thigh.

Amy had not really come intending to fuck Ken that night. Hoping, perhaps…but not intending. She had certainly dressed for it. What she had not anticipated was him dragging her into the alley. She had assumed they would go to his hotel room, which they did later but the alley was the start.

A kinkster, no question, so Ken had different ideas as he found a shadowed wall beside a dumpster and immediately crouched. Without asking permission, he lifted her skirt and began to lick her.

Groaning with delight, she lifted one booted leg over his shoulder. It did not take long until she was in nothing but the boots and crouched down to suck on him as well.

Grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her up to standing, Ken gasped, “I need to be inside that pussy.”

…

The boots Amy wore were dry from being wrapped around Ken up off the ground. Her arms grasped a pipe above to help him balance…she was not heavy, but to assume any man could keep his knees in place during such activities was ludicrous. She gasped, blowing white air into the cold night, as Ken thrusted hard between her hips…the thrust sent her mind back to the first time she had seen his smile…

Another thrust snapped her back to reality and made her scream a little louder than she was comfortable with. Still, she did not resist the powerful orgasm Ken dragged her to. Her body went limp on him with it, nearly convulsing as she even squirted.

Lowering her back to the ground, Ken turned her around and bent her forward enough to slip in from behind while standing.

Again grabbing the pipes, Amy felt the cold stone of the wall as her bare breasts were pushed into it harder and harder with each of Ken’s thrusts until his warm cum erupted inside her.

He pulled out and turned her around for a bear hug. “You’re coming back to the hotel?”

A kiss and a playful bite of his tongue were offered before her answer, “You’re kidding, right? Of course I am.” It seemed a shame to have to get dressed for the short walk to the hotel, but it seemed the right thing to do.

At the hotel, however, the clothes were gone before they got off the elevator…

…

Three days later…

“Nice,” John said stroking her thigh before laying his tongue upon her clit.

“Yes, it was,” Amy agreed and squeezed her boyfriend’s shoulder.

He came up for a breath. “How many orgasms?”

“Four.”

“Good girl. Too bad he lives so far away.” His tongue dove back in.

“Too bad you were away and couldn’t join us.”

He stopped again and rested his chin on her pelvis to look at her. “I like that you can play without me and still come home to me.”

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